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[sub][color=gray]location: cafeteria 
interaction: open[/color][/sub]

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[color=ffc56e]"There."[/color] [color=gray]The girl stretched her fingers out, following after a slight yawn. Her eyes fluttered close as she leaned back, resting her aching back on the wooden chair that stationed itself by the windows of the cafeteria. It was a tough week. Considering she was busy with schoolwork, struggling to find what to film, and of course--the one thing she wanted to forget about--the entity she met with. 

Her eyebrows crinkled, she puffed out a big sigh. [i]Forget about it.[/i]

[right][i]"Are you serious!?" A shout lingered in the cold air, "you want to do all the work?!" 
She stared up at his face, an expression of frustration crossed his face.
"You know.." He rubbed his temple, "I let it go when you left that other night, but--"

She gripped her arm tightly, avoiding eye contact; she wanted to avoid this whole discussion more than anything.

"--I don't know what the fuck happened for you to run off like that--" He balled up his fist.

"--But for you to give me that shitty excuse. A-About a damn ghost well-" He latched his hand onto the bag that was toppled onto the bench.

"Then fine! Do it yourself for all I care."[/I] [/right]


[i]Forget about it Theodora.[/i]

The girl reopened her eyes, darting downwards to her fingers, fiddling with them. She knew that he wouldn't have believed her, but just anyone--somebody needed to know. Squinting her eyes, Theodora recounted the experience once more. The black figure digging its stare into her, [i]it's[/i] arms at it's side and the body, elongated and stretched out. Her head slowly rose upwards, pressing her palm down on the laptop and closing it off. She lifted her fingers up and brought the ends of her turtleneck to her mouth, slouching lower into the seat. It wasn't easy avoiding mirrors but, Theodora experimented(it was more like a game to her)with the entity. She noticed--after hours of pep-talk--that it didn't seem to appear when she fully looked at herself in the mirror; In fact, she could only ever see it when she passes by the bathroom mirrors, from the corner of her eyes. 

One time, however, Theodora managed to catch a clear glimpse of [i]it[/i] when she was fully staring at herself in the mirror. The entity was at the corner of her bed, its fingers clutching the hem of the blanket, it's head uprooted to glare at Theodora. 

She turned to face her bed.

It was gone.

Shaking her head, Theodora scanned her surrounding. She noticed a group of students sitting at a table, her eyes, hidden under her unruly bangs, noticed a few of them. Theodora was never good with names but she knew who was who by the side conversations some students would have(that she would easily eavesdrop on). [i]Felix,[/i] her eyes moved to the other one, [i]Jason[/i] and the other two, [i]Luke and Maxwell[/i]. 

Her stare drifted to her laptop, it's color chipped and the stickers from her favorite games slowly falling from their place. She dropped her grip on her turtleneck, her hands reaching towards her small purse, pulling out a small snack. Bringing the bar to her mouth and taking a bite, Theodora wished for the entity to leave her alone.

[i]If you have telepathic powers and are currently listening, please leave me alone.[/i]

She spoke--[i]in her head[/i]--for the hopes that the "mirror ghost," would once and for all listen and leave her alone.

It's not easy trying to sleep and catch a shadowy figure peeking from the ends of the mirror, watching her.

[I]Ugh, Theodora.


Forget about it.[/I][/color]